It could be said she hated nothing. No one could be considered her enemy, even despite being temporarily her opponent. But of all the things that inconvenienced her, one stood out the most. It was that time of day.
She was assaulted out of a beautifully entertaining dream by the furious clanging of her alarm clock. Instinctually she rolled and jabbed the tiny lever on the back of this mechanical menace, silencing it. She remained in that position, lying motionless in a sort of daze. She was too tired to roll over and crawl back under the covers, and awake enough to figure that it would be fruitless to do so anyways.
She willed her eyes open as far as they would, which wasn't very far, and looked to her outstretched hand, under which still lay the ticking timepiece. It was too early. No matter how late it may actually be, or how much trouble she could be in by not waking up, it was still too early.
She let out a soft groan as she labored up to a sitting position. Eyes closed, she slid to the floor and began to stumble in the early morning light to the door. Opening it, she met her mother walking down the hall with a basket of laundry.
"Good morning, Ty Lee," she said cheerily.
"Mun," was all she could muster for a response as she began her trek to the bathroom, eyes still half open.
"Good morning, Ty Lee," annunciated her mother, slightly louder this time.
"G-murrnn," she said over her shoulder with an equal volume increase. Her mother grinned widely with expectance. She knew her daughter, and this drastic contrast from her usual enthusiasm and joyful disposition amused her.
What could she say? Ty Lee just wasn't a morning person.